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j.nry
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📫hellojinneo@gmail.com
Teacher➕Dancer➕Emcee➕Photographer
PHOTO STÜFF @sillymephotography ➕ @t.t.t.i.m.e.f.r.a.m.e
Last but not least, the final garnish on our delicious guest spread is none other than our local emcee Jin Neo (@j.nry). 🌿 He will be emceeing on both Battle day and FCC, and like Roti Prata, Jin knows just how to flip up the energy on any dance floor. 🗣
His undeniably infectious vocal energy fills up every room he’s in, so a full 5 stars from the Funk Jam certification board as well! 🎤
2V2 Popping & Locking Battle
📅 4th July 2026
📍Aliwal Arts Centre
Funk Choreography Competition
📅 5th July 2026
📍Aliwal Arts Centre
#NTUFunkJam26
RADIKAL FORZE JAM 2026
10th Year on the mic.
Happy anniversary to RF! Thank you Alson, XT, AJ and Chee! Big love to my fellow MCs and DJs! Huge ups to all the volunteers! All love to all dancers and audience❤️
Late to the party but aint no party like RF JAM party cuz an RF JAM PARTY NEVER STOP 🎉
RADIKAL FORZE JAM 2026
10th Year on the mic.
Happy anniversary to RF! Thank you Alson, XT, AJ and Chee! Big love to my fellow MCs and DJs! Huge ups to all the volunteers! All love to all dancers and audience❤️
Late to the party but aint no party like RF JAM party cuz an RF JAM PARTY NEVER STOP 🎉
RADIKAL FORZE JAM 2026
10th Year on the mic.
Happy anniversary to RF! Thank you Alson, XT, AJ and Chee! Big love to my fellow MCs and DJs! Huge ups to all the volunteers! All love to all dancers and audience❤️
Late to the party but aint no party like RF JAM party cuz an RF JAM PARTY NEVER STOP 🎉
RADIKAL FORZE JAM 2026
10th Year on the mic.
Happy anniversary to RF! Thank you Alson, XT, AJ and Chee! Big love to my fellow MCs and DJs! Huge ups to all the volunteers! All love to all dancers and audience❤️
Late to the party but aint no party like RF JAM party cuz an RF JAM PARTY NEVER STOP 🎉
RADIKAL FORZE JAM 2026
10th Year on the mic.
Happy anniversary to RF! Thank you Alson, XT, AJ and Chee! Big love to my fellow MCs and DJs! Huge ups to all the volunteers! All love to all dancers and audience❤️
Late to the party but aint no party like RF JAM party cuz an RF JAM PARTY NEVER STOP 🎉
Hoping to work with the like-minded folks! Only 10-12 spots available to ensure a productive space🌱
Sign up link in my favourite science class, bio!!
Hoping to work with the like-minded folks! Only 10-12 spots available to ensure a productive space🌱
Sign up link in my favourite science class, bio!!
Hoping to work with the like-minded folks! Only 10-12 spots available to ensure a productive space🌱
Sign up link in my favourite science class, bio!!
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
15 years in green and just like that, we lay it down.
I never thought the end would weigh this heavy.
It feels like closing a chapter written in sweat, salt, and shouted commands.A chapter that shaped the bones of who I am.
There are no more nights crammed into the same bunk,
no more nonsense conversations that somehow turned into life updates, no more annual reunions where we measured time not in years,but in who we had become since the last “fall in.”
Charging up the Guards Tower before a rappel. Two kilometres of sea swallowing our breath. Fast marches under a punishing sky. A 100kg log biting into our shoulders. The Guardsman walk. Step for step, no man left behind.
Maybe what aches is not just the ending, but the rarity of being known so specifically. To have people who understand these stories not as listeners but as co-authors. We are very different men now. Different lives. Different responsibilities. Different callings.
Yet we share something carved in a language only we speak.
When we said, for the last time, “Ready To Strike!”it echoed a little longer. Because somewhere in that call
was the quiet understanding that this might be the last time we stand in formation together.
I’m reminded of that rooftop scene in Stranger Things, smiling, promising to meet again every month, while adulthood waits patiently in the background, ready to scatter everyone to different corners of the world. Hopeful. Nostalgic. And quietly aware.
Thank you for having my back.
For showing me what brotherhood truly means.
For becoming the best versions of ourselves when circumstances demanded it most. I still remember slamming the table the day I got posted to Guards. Never would I have thought I would be shedding tears of sadness when it ends.
But here we are.
Grateful.
Proud.
Changed.
To the men of 3 Guards Platoon 9
thank you for the memories,
for the laughter,
for the pain,
for the honour.
Peace out,
CPL Neo Renyi
Flowing into the Lunar New Year with the ALL-POWERFUL Insta360 Flow2Pro 🧧✨
Huat ahhhhh! 💰🍊🍊 Don’t say bojio! Grab yours now at 25% OFF specially for the CNY period! 🔥🛍️
Big love to @insta360 @insta360mysg for making sure your boy secured that silky smooth buttery footage 🎥🤌🏽✨
#Insta360Flow2Pro #CNYwithInsta360 🧧🐍💥
Thank you everyone for being part of SUO Singapore Qualifier 2026 ❤️
Seeing dancers from different backgrounds come together, exchange, and push one another is what keeps this culture alive.
Much love to everyone who showed up — on the floor, on the sidelines, or just vibing with us!
Until the next time 🤩✨
Hope we did a great job 🤪✌️
Blessed to be doing this with the best team possible ✨
🧠: @recognizestudios
🥷🏻: @j.nry @funkstyle_ks @zacharyipood @ryanlimkj
Missing our other comrades @syarilsyazzy @wesley_wu2 @saywan_deusher 🦅
Bruhhhhhhh! Come along for the ride yalls. Its been great spending the last day of 2025 working the crowd and hyping up people for the new year awwww yissss!
Thank you @carolontheroad @oschoolofficial @dosageofflings @madhu_nisa !!!!
YOOOOOO 🕺🔥 what a way to close out the year indeed!!
Got my hands on an @insta360 FLOW 2 Pro and it’s officially the comeback of my dancing era 😄💃
This thing literally tracks you while you dance… so zero stress about space, angles, or disappearing out of frame 🤪✨
Set up = easy.
Footage = SMOOTH smooth.
Use cases = classes, freestyles, content days, EVERYTHING.
Definitely gonna be abusing this for class vids and getting some buttery stable shots real soon 👀📸
Big love to @insta360 & @insta360mysg for the support 🖤
Let’s end the year MOVING and roll straight into the next one 💥
#insta360 #insta360flow2pro #dance
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